Katie sent me an E.M. Forster’s Florence slideshow and NY Times article,  and I have renewed my vows to go to Florence, Fiesole, to symbolically throw (to stoutly dare!) a Northern Italy guidebook into the Arno, to slowly wake in the morning to bells, to wander in fields of flowers, to do the dangerous and adventurous thing, to let myself be loved.  I mean, it’s not easy for everybody.  Lucy as an example.  I could die of love for A Room With a View.

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